After Meng Mingxuan woke up, she was dragged from the hallway to hell by a phone call from Yu Tiantian, and she was so sad that she couldn't control herself.
However, Yan Mo's two casual words dragged him back to heaven from hell.
I was totally overwhelmed.
"Please continue." She stared at the man squatting in front of her and urged him in a low voice.
She loves to listen.
But I'm afraid it's just hallucination.
Yan Mo looked at her bright eyes that were gradually regaining their luster, and smiled mockingly, "Just so happy."
"certainly."
Meng Mingxuan's eyes were still red and swollen, but a smile appeared on her face.
Yan Moxiao was stabbed in the heart.
He really has a little expert at stabbing with a knife.
He stood up, took the nightgown and handed it to her.
Meng Mingxuan realized later that she hadn't put on any clothes yet, so she quickly put them on and looked at him in astonishment.
Wait for his answer.
"Boss, we didn't have any substantial relationship. You don't have to be so sad, let alone abuse yourself."
Yan Mo raised his warm fingers and tapped the skin on her collarbone that had been rubbed red.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan couldn't refute.
She had indeed been a bit abusive to herself just now.
But she was not sad.
"I'm not sad." She raised her hand and held his sexy wrist, her eyes constantly glancing at his hand.
She used to think she was controlled by her hands, eyes, thin muscles, and legs.
Now she gradually realized that she was actually controlling him.
"Not sad?" Yan Mo poked the teardrop on her cheek, "Then what is this?"
Little liar.
"I was just sad." Meng Mingxuan's ears felt slightly hot.
She didn't dare to look him in the eye, lowered her head and whispered to clarify: "I thought... I thought I recognized the wrong person."
Yan Moxiao really didn't think about it in a certain direction for a while.
There is no such good thing under the sky.
But he still wanted to ask clearly.
"Who did you recognize wrongly?" He slowly raised his hand, held her lower body, and placed his fingertips on her tearful cheek.
"Yan Yuting." Meng Mingxuan was forced to look him in the eye, with a little shyness in her eyes that she couldn't hide. "I was not conscious at the time, I thought it was you who came to pick me up..."
Yan Moxiao was as shrewd as a ghost. Meng Mingxuan's two seemingly plausible words made him understand that Meng Mingxuan's memory of last night was very confused.
He looked at the scenery in her eyes with deep eyes and approached her.
"Then who was that person last night, Mingxuan hoped?"
“…”
How could he ask that?
If she said she hoped it was him, wouldn't that reveal her secret?
Meng Mingxuan turned her eyes away and looked at the night light. "It can't be Yan Yuting. I broke up with him. This can't happen."
The answer was not what Yan Moxiao wanted to hear, but it was a reluctant one.
"If it's not okay with him, is it okay with my brother?" Yan Mo wanted her to be clear. If he was her brother, he wouldn't be able to help her like this.
Meng Mingxuan tightened her grip on his wrist.
She didn't quite understand what he meant.
"If you hadn't broken up with him, would it be okay?" Yan Mo asked again.
"No." No matter how stupid Meng Mingxuan was, she would not let Yan Mo misunderstand such a thing, not to mention that she really didn't like Yin Ting anymore.
As for the current Yan Yuting, he is an insignificant existence to her.
"What's the reason? Mingxuan liked him so much that she didn't even want him as her brother." Yan Mo stroked her chin, trying not to sound sour.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan simply cannot bear to look back on this dark history.
"You told me that it's okay to date him, but you can't let him take advantage of you before marriage."
After thinking for a while, Meng Mingxuan came up with this reason.
On the contrary, she did this in her previous life, and after marriage, Yin Ting never took advantage of her despite the interference of Lu Hui and Yu Tiantian.
Yan Mo xiao smiled softly, "So well behaved, what about last night?"
He and she are not husband and wife.
But he took advantage of her.
Meng Mingxuan immediately said: "Last night was intentional."
If she hadn't been under the control of the drug, she wouldn't have been able to indulge herself like that in front of him.
It's just another piece of dark history.
Do you agree?
Yan Moxiao pondered over these two words for a while and said nothing more.
He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her on his lap.
"Does it still hurt?" He lifted her hair and asked calmly.
"..." A heat instantly rushed to Meng Mingxuan's cheeks, and the heat made her feel as if she was sick.
All those messy images that should have been buried deep in my memory or even forgotten suddenly popped into my mind.
The tiny sounds echoed in her ears.
She couldn't believe it was from her.
"Does it hurt?" A trace of self-blame appeared in Yan Mozhi's eyes. Maybe he used too much force.
"Don't ask, okay?" Meng Mingxuan buried her face in his shoulder and said sullenly.
It's hard to say "it doesn't hurt".
Yan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
Is this, shy?
"Okay, I won't ask." He held her waist indulgently and stroked her long hair again and again.
Meng Mingxuan stayed in his shoulder for a while, and the heat on her face gradually subsided.
She raised her face slightly and looked at him sideways, "Are we... still pretending to be a couple?"
It was indeed an affair last night, but this affair crossed the line of being a fake couple.
Fake lovers shouldn't behave so intimately.
How did he calculate it?
"What do you think, Mingxuan?" Yan Mo threw the question back to her.
The choice is hers.
She would be afraid if his emotions were to let out.
Because he had impure thoughts about her so early on.
"Should we... try it?" Meng Mingxuan bit her lower lip slightly and asked in a low voice with her eyes lowered.
Yan Mo was silent for a moment.
Maybe I've waited too long.
He had the slightest illusion that he was in a dream.
The courage that Meng Mingxuan had gathered dissipated in Yan Mo's silence. She recalled the experience in her previous life when she was instigated by Lu Hui to kiss Yin Ting, but was humiliated by Yin Ting in disgust and told that she was thirsty.
So embarrassing.
It made her feel even more embarrassed than the experience in her previous life.
She slowly moved away from Yan Mo's shoulder and said, "It's okay. Last night was just an accident. I won't hold brother responsible."
She wanted to cry.
Before Meng Mingxuan's tears could fall, and before she completely left Yan Mozhi's shoulder, Yan Mozhi gently lifted her up and threw her into the quilt beside her.
He lowered his head and moved closer to her tightly pursed lips inch by inch.
The bitter tears that Meng Mingxuan had just shed slid down from the corners of her eyes after she lay down, but her eyes suddenly brightened.
This was not the first time she was kissed, and she easily saw the hint of desire in Yan Mozhi's deep and bottomless black eyes.
Yan Mo's lips pressed down, and then slightly moved away after a moment, "Open."
He asked her to volunteer.
Sober and voluntary.
When their warm lips touched, Meng Mingxuan's mind was already in a mess. When she heard the word "Yan Mo", she opened her legs dimly.
This may not be considered sober, but it is definitely voluntary.
Yan Mozhi was leaning on top of her, slightly stunned.
Then, he chuckled, placed his open palms on her back, and lowered his head to kiss her again.
He would open her lips.
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